Not far from the inn, Daoist Gu and a teahouse in Lunan could faintly hear the sound of a person speaking a book.
I was delighted. When I was Chuan City, I loved to hear books old fogey tell stories. Now that I met him, since I had nothing to do, I might as well go in and take a look.
As I thought about it, I walked in smugly and found a remote spot to sit in. Beside me was a middle-aged man. He was so engrossed in listening to me that I walked past him without a care.
After listening for a while, I was extremely shocked. The old man who spoke the story was exactly what Jiang Bo had said. Qian Hou the case of the old general being exterminated, I pricked up my ears to listen carefully, afraid that I reveal any important words.
The storyteller folded his fan and slapped the table. It se
